‘Do you know why I have come?’ he asked.
He meant the tone to be conciliatory, but he could not command his voice, and it sounded rough, hostile.
‘I think so,’ Amy answered, seating herself gracefully. She would have spoken with less dignity but for that accent of his.
‘The Carters have told you?’
‘Yes; I have heard about it.’
There was no promise in her manner. She kept her face turned away, and Reardon saw its beautiful profile, hard and cold as though in marble.
‘It doesn’t interest you at all?’
‘I am glad to hear that a better prospect offers for you.’
He did not sit down, and was holding his rusty hat behind his back.
‘You speak as if it in no way concerned yourself. Is that what you wish me to understand?’